The warm Australian sun beat down over the golden sands of the beach. I began to puff a little as I made my way up the sand dunes to my family home, in hindsight it was foolish to take my regular run along the beach in the midday heat.
I reached the back of my house, it was a beautiful spot. The balcony at the rear looked out over the clear blue waters of the South Pacific and the usually deserted north end of Cronulla beach. The neighbours were sufficiently far off for privacy and the view was incredible. A testament to my father's business success.
This was of course his house. Despite my twenty two years I still lived at home with my parents and younger sister. I had three years still to go for my medicine degree, my father owned a construction business and my mother was a nurse at Sutherland hospital. Chloe, my sister, was in her final year at school.
Ascending the stairs onto the balcony, a light sea breeze blew. I slid open the door from the balcony and sheltered inside from the blazing heat. The house was empty, everybody at school or work. I set the air conditioner on to rid the room of the stale hot air, switched on the wide screen TV and went into the kitchen for a cold drink. The cricket had started. The afternoon promised to be lazy and relaxing.
When I sat down on the sofa, I noticed a videotape on the coffee table. Examining it, it showed no indication of its contents. No label, No case. Curiosity got the better of me. I slipped in into the VCR and ran it back to the beginning.
After a moment or two of static, there was a bright flash, as if the camera had been pointed into the sun. The picture jiggled a little before settling on the figure of a WRX parked in the street.
"Don't tape the car, Fucknut! C'mon bro!" whispered an anonymous but familiar voice. The camera wheeled around to point at three young men standing in front of my own house.
This identified the voice as Abdoul, a guy a I went to school with. He worked now at his father's mechanics business. A well built Lebanese Australian, he wore no shirt, showing of his toned torso, waxed free of hair and accentuated by a gold pendant- A miniature scimitar. I recognised the second man, Habib, his younger brother. He was in the same year as my sister but I don't think school was helping him. He wasn't very academic and was constantly in trouble. The family resemblance was noticeable, but Habib lacked Abdoul's solid frame. The third man was a stranger. He seemed older, was unshaven, tall and muscular. The mystery was, however, what they were doing at my house!
The party moved down the side of the house, the cameraman following close behind, the picture bobbing slightly as they walked. Rounding the back corner, they progressed up the stairs onto the balcony. The camera paned across to look over the railing to take in the view out to see. A light surf crashed onto the deserted beach below. Paning back, the camera caught the real view.
My sister Chloe was sunning herself on the sun bed. She was a petite girl, about 5'4" , carrying a little more weight than thin. Her hair was short and a sandy blonde and her navel accentuated by small ring which sparkled in the sunlight.
"Hi Ab!" she said as she stood up. The shapeliness of her body was now clearly evident. Chloe's ample bosom was contained in her favourite bikini, the 'Australian Flag', dark blue with union jack covering her right breast and the southern cross over the other and the bottom.
"Miss me babe?" Abdoul cooed delicately. Chloe sauntered across to me him, he embraced her around the waist, then on the lips. Their mouths commingling in a sensual French kiss.
This shocked me a little. I knew Chloe had boyfriends before, she was very popular at school. But they were always surfer types. Now here she was, pressed up against the trim, smooth chest of a Lebanese guy!
"You ready to get started?" Abdoul said."Yeah." Chloe replied, her piercing blue eyes stared back through the camera at me. She let out a cheeky grin. Abdoul kissed Chloe's neck gently and moved down her shoulder, fondling her breast. Her head tilted back and she closed her eyes.
"Down on your knees" Abdoul directed. As she complied, he dropped his shorts to expose a half erect 7 inch cock. Like his chest, his cock and balls were silky smooth, all traces of hair removed. She cupped his balls in her hand and ran her open palm up its shaft. Abdoul gently held the back of her head.
Habib and the other man came into view, their cocks already out. They both pumped them eagerly as they watched. Habib's was smaller than his brother's, the stranger's, however, was at least 10 inches. They moved in, one in front, one behind my sister. The scene unfolding across the wide screen of the TV started to affect my own cock.
Chloe held the base of Abdoul's cock and took its head into he mouth. The blow job began slowly, each thrust another inch disappeared into her mouth. Soon, most of his cock sawed in and out. After a minute, she withdrew, saliva dribbling a little from her mouth. "I love you're cock, Ab." she commented. She pumped Abdoul's shaft in her hand and moved across to Habib. Taking his cock into her mouth she deepthroated without trouble, nestling her nose in his hairy pubes. My sister's talent surprised me. Habib couldn't take much. Looking close to bursting, Chloe halted. He stepped back, leaning against the railing regaining his composure.
The stranger moved in to take his place. The monster cock pointed straight at the hot little bitch in front of it. "My God, its a big one!" Chloe said, I think a little worried. The three laughed. She noticeably took a deep breath before diving down on it. Its thickness stretched her mouth as wide as it could go, each thrust ballooning her cheeks. As the pace quickened, the stranger began to thrust as Chloe did. He roughly grabbed the back of her blonde head and began to fuck her mouth.
Abdoul and Habib just watched, content to jack themselves as this hulking brute took control. My sweet little sister looked in trouble. Her eyes widened and watered as each thrust crashed into the back of her throat. A muffled moan was all she could muster in her defence. Just as she looked like passing out, the stranger broke her free. Tumbling backward, she fell against the wooded floor of the balcony, dazed and breathless.
The three laughed a cruel laugh. Chloe wiped from he mouth the saliva which had escaped. She stumbled up and stood shakily. A smile at Abdoul showed she was OK.
